On March 9, 2015 I shall complete six years of blogging. Six whole years of writing almost everything that happened in my life and almost everything that came to my mind. Writing started off with the hope of healing my broken heart and venting out my frustrations. Later it became all about poetry and fiction. And when I found love again, it became a happy space that held every account of my life. Today, this space has become my companion in every walk of life. Be it a rant, a poem or a piece of fiction, it always will be a piece of my heart. Yes, some of it might be a filament of my imagination but still it is linked to me in more ways that one. The Honest Posts series is my love story out in the open, right from day one. Some people tell me not to share too much of personal information on the blog. But when there is a Facebook and a Twitter having almost every detail of our daily life, why not a blog? And moreover it is a personal choice as to what I share. I have nothing to hide and I do not mind letting the world know what I am up to. And that is why almost every post of mine reeks of the bitter truth and exactly why there is a whole sect of people who hate my blog and me. It does not bother me. They make me feel successful.
Something grand is going to come up here for the sixth anniversary, and more on the blog and its journey then. But for now, I'm writing this to celebrate the 4 Lakh plus views on my blog. I still remember the day my blog reached a 100 views and ten followers. I was so excited and thrilled back then. Now with 4 Lakh views and 300 odd followers, the excitement still remains but one thing has changed. I don't rely on these stats alone to make myself feel good. I know I have a bunch of loyal followers who come to read my blog no matter what is written. What I want to write, is not decided by the number of comments or likes on my posts. It is just what I want to do. I don't plan a post. When I sit to write something I write whatever comes to my mind. Be it a story or a poem. Thankfully I'm blessed with some decent writing skills that keep me going.
Writing about my personal life and the people in it is my choice and I have never regretted any post that I have written. Be it about whomever. I write about how that person or scenario affected my life and I write the whole truth. Over my journey of writing I have realized that people have problems in accepting the truth. They would rather live in denial and escape the obvious. But when someone else chooses to talk out the truth and then it becomes blasphemy. I do not care. I'm normally a calm person with various interests and I'm best left to myself. But when someone, be it anyone, comes and disturbs me in my lair I would not take it lying down. Tit for tat is my only mantra and I'm more than happy to show people their real faces. No matter how ugly it is. There are a set of people who think that I'm washing dirty linen in public. But why shouldn't I, when the linen was dirtied in public as well. You get my point?
Cal and I will be moving into a place of our own next week. All the products that I purchased for my kitchen, came from the earnings that I earned via my blog. From the vouchers and the cash prices. I did not have to shell out a single extra penny. Cal felt so proud when he pointed that out to me. From a mixer, to a chopper, to the utensils and the storage products all of it are courtesy my writing. One of my stories is soon going to be published in an anthology and this would be my first ever piece on print. Of course I have had a lot of articles published in various other sites, but this is the first time I will hold a book in my hand which has my story in it. Proud would be an understatement as to what I am feeling now. Blogging has given me so much of recognition. When I started off I did not expect any of this thing to happen. But now when I look back at how far I have come I feel so happy and thrilled.
I have made so many wonderful friends on the blogosphere and I know that they will watch my back no matter what. And I'm on their side always too. I have met some of them in person and they have remained my closest friends till date. Its remarkable you know, when you meet someone via a blog and then realize how much you share in common, forming the perfect base for a long friendship. We might not talk everyday, but thanks to each other's blog we know what exactly is happening in their lives. And somehow I feel proud about being a part of it. Writing has given me a lot of monetary benefits, I cannot deny that. But more importantly it has shown me what I can do. Writing is something that I stumbled upon accidentally, but the benefits that I reaped from it personally is way too much. It gives me so much satisfaction when I give life to the words in my mind. It gives me clarity as I vent out my frustration. It gives me happiness as I write a good poem. All these emotions are related and yet so diverse. Just like all the thoughts in this chaotic head of mine.
No matter who tells what, I'm not going to stop writing whatever I feel. If you have behaved good with me, then you will appear good here. If you have caused me trouble then that is exactly how you will appear on my post. What is to hide? You know what happened, I know what happened. You talk about it behind my back, I write about it here. You chose to hide the truth, I like to bring out the truth. Especially if you have rubbed me the wrong way. If what I have written is false or made up, then you have all the right to lash back. But when I have written what actually happened, then I see no harm in it. But people know that I write only the truth. If it is a lie, no one would relate to it. Since it is the truth, people know who it is. And I shall go out of my way to make sure they do. Yes, I have lost out on a lot of friends because of this and I honestly don't care. They should have behaved well, if they did not want to be shown here in poor light. If you are reading this, you can feel free to open a blog of your own and write whatever that you want against me. Believe me, I'd love to read it myself.
Not everyone can digest the truth. People do everything behind closed doors and appear like a saint in public. But I am not like that. Whatever I am, I am in the open. Whatever I do, I do it in the open. And I'm very proud of myself for that. I'm a mortal human, who has her flaws. I have no qualms in accepting it and moving on. Just because I do not write something, doesn't mean that it doesn't exist right? People vent out their anger and frustrations in different ways. I do it by writing. If you have a problem with it, deal with it. All these rants, chaos and thoughts of mine have got me here today and I'm so happy to be here. Nothing, absolutely nothing has made me feel this happy and content before. And I take major pride as I count the people who love my work as well as the people who hate it. Like someone rightly said, 'You cannot get to the top, without making a few enemies'.
Well, I'm halfway through atleast.